#(( ...I need to think about it some more. XD ))

[selunefae]

a/n: first time doing headcanons. :p wanted to try it bc they're quicker to write. i was at the gym and got inspired. xD

masterlist | rules

Gymbro!Caleb who notices you the first day you step a foot into the gym. It’s not every day a cutie like you walks in, all nervous and tugging at your sleeves as you squint at the machines like they're some kind of torture devices.

Gymbro!Caleb who's always there at the distance. All big arms and even bigger chest, tank top clinging into his skin and leaving little to the imagination. You can't help but glance his way every time his muscles flex as he finishes a series. He's always wearing that gentle smile that makes it hard to focus on your reps.

Gymbro!Caleb who finally makes his move when he catches you struggling at the hack squat machine – legs shaking, form all wrong, far too much weight. He starers at you for a moment, then walks straight over with no hesitation and that damn smile. "Here, let me help you."

Gymbro!Caleb who absolutely didn't need to get that close to help you. His chest brushes your sides, one arm around your waist as he adjusts your back. From this distance, you can catch traces of his smell. The faint smell of sweat, faded deodorant, and something distinctly masculine. You're too dazed to protest.

Gymbro!Caleb who somehow always ends up at the gym during your sessions. Monday before work? He's there. A late friday evening? Still there. And every time, he finds a new excuse to keep lingering. "Want to take turns in press?" or "Let me lift this for you."

Gymbro!Caleb whose hands trail lower with every interaction. One day it's his hands brushing your stomach, another day his fingers ghost your thighs. And you don’t stop him. In fact, you start to look forward to those moments.

Gymbro!Caleb who visibly stiffens the moment another guy talks to you. His smile drops, his jaw tightens, and his brows knit together like he’s about to lift the entire gym floor. The guys always end up storming off when he appears behind you, but an instant later, he acts like nothin happened.

Gymbro!Caleb who starts bringing you snacks and protein-packed meals to eat after workout. At first, it's "I made to much and don't want it to go to waste", but two weeks pass by and he’s still doing it.

Gymbro!Caleb who smirks every time you mess up a set and get really flustered, just to brush it off with “Don’t worry, i’ll help you with whatever you need.” And he means it. But he wishes you needed him for more than just your reps.

Gymbro!Caleb who offers to walk you home one night after a late session and waits outside your building until he sees the lights in your room turn on. He doesn't care if he lives on the opposite side of town.

Gymbro!Caleb who’s never flat-out told you how he feels, but shows it in the little things he does. He wipes down every machine before you sit on it, never leaves until you're done, and makes sure you're eating enough.

Gymbro!Caleb who’s clearly into you, but you still think he’s just being nice.

Gymbro!Caleb who finally snaps when a cocky newbie tries to flirt with you near the dumbbell racks. He steps in mid-sentence, voice low and one hand resting on your shoulder. “She already has a trainer.” And suddenly, he’s twice his size and the guy’s gone.

Gymbro!Caleb who leans in right after, close enough that his breath warms your cheek: “Guess I’ll have to make you mine before someone else tries to snatch you.”

Gymbro!Caleb who drags you into the empty yoga studio that night, presses you against the wall, and kisses you like he’s been holding back for months. One of his hands traps you as the other hugs your waist, his kisses are hungry and messy. You let him, because you've been waiting to.

Gymbro!Caleb who might be territorial and a little too possessive, but completely melts the second you tug his hair and push him down.

Gymbro!Caleb who lets you take the lead, savouring how you rub agaisnt him as you continue desperately tugging at his hair and clothes. He could easily overpower you, but he likes seeing you in control. He likes that you think he's wrapped around your fingers, and maybe he is.

Gymbro!Caleb who still cooks for you after that night, who still checks your form and counts your sets and glares down every guy who glances your way. Especially now. Because now, he’s finally claimed you, and he’s not letting anyone else have you.

[unistaryo]

Could i request some headcannons about various tfp decepticons with a taller s/o? Like picking them up randomly or so xd

Various TFP decepticons with a taller!S/O

// I didn’t watch the show in about four years, so I hope I got them right…

Megatron

He loves how easily others seem to be intimidated by you;

He also wants you to move things around for him, especially if they need to be placed somewhere higher than he could reach;

Always has extra energon for you— he even makes you eat it all. Says that you need more because if your height;

Keeps you around him constantly, no question asked;

Complains to you about Starscream, a lot. But wouldn’t really consider killing him, maybe he would ask you for help to scare him so Starscream would behave, considering how much taller you are than the decepticon;

Loves to be the little spoon if you two cuddle. Megatron will never admit it, but he feels safe and protected when you are wrapped around him;

Soundwave

He will sometimes communicate with you through emojis. Would also use them to make fun of your height;

Would ask you to give him things from higher shelves just so he could admire your frame;

You pick him up? He likes it, won’t complain— as long as you do it privately. Otherwise he would stop you before you even get closer to him;

He loves to take pictures of you— especially from the front, he thinks you’re the cutest;

Soundwave can and will hug you from behind, even wraps his tentacles around you to scare you. If he feels mischievous. He would even make you kneel to his level if you somehow angered him;

Doesn’t really cuddle, but when he does he makes you lay on him. He likes to hide beneath your bigger frame;

Steve

He makes you carry everything and help him when he can’t reach something;

He also lets you pick him as long as Megatron isn’t around. Even asks you to carry him around;

You will also need to carry him if he is injured from a fight with the autobots. He would also sit in your lap the entire visit if you could;

He feels the safest when he is with you, so Steve would stay near you 24/7;

When he is in the mood to fool around, he will slightly infuriate either Knockout or Breakdown and hide behind you. Steve thinks that the bots would leave him alone if he does so;

He loves to be lay on top of you when cuddling;

Knockout

He would definitely tease you and compare you to Breakdown. It’s like it is his favourite sport or something;

Also flirts a lot using the height difference, he mainly jumps at you and wraps himself around you;

You pick him? He pretends to hate it if Starscream is around, otherwise he adores it. Uses this as an opportunity to flirt better;

Uses you as an assistance more ago ten than not— makes you do all sorts of things;

Uses you as a shield when he is scared;

He loves any cuddling position as long as he can hug you back;

Breakdown

Jokes about the fact that you're taller than with every opportunity;

He loves—and I mean LOVES—it;

Breakdown makes you play all sorts of games with you, especially the ones where he gets to pick you up;

While it may feel weird in the beginning, he will grow accustomed to you picking him up. He also blushes every time you do so;

He will also ask you to throw him— he says it’s for training purposes (he actually likes it when his partner is stronger than him);

He is okay with any cuddling position, doesn’t really have a preference if he is the big or small spoon;

[mystical-salamander]

Imagine: Zeb and Kallus have been sparring regularly for months. It has become their thing and something they both look forward to and treasure. But lately Zeb has noticed that Kallus seems to have picked up a handful of sparring buddies that he regularly spar against on top of his usual matches with Zeb. Of course Zeb assumes he must not be enough of a challenge for Kallus. And really it shouldn't hurt as much as it does. It's not like he has a claim on Kallus as a sparring buddy.

In reality, Kallus realized that Zeb was starting to gain the upper hand more often than not during their spars. Which made him worry Zeb would eventually get bored of their matches, as he wouldn't actually face much of a challenge in Kallus. So, Kallus set out to hone his skills to remain a worthy opponent.

Anyway, this is obviously an easily resolved misunderstanding, BUT I do think it's fun because it forces Zeb to consider why in the world Kallus sparring with others feels like some kind of violation of their bond. Like what had he actually been reading into their sparring sessions besides friendly competition?? The whole thing forces Zeb to reevaluate feelings he had previously tried to ignore xbxbx

Meanwhile Kallus is definitely overexerting himself for the sake of trying to improve his skills. He's being a bit of a competitive idiot who does not at any point even stop to question why it matters so much to him xD

Yeeesss!! I'm imagining it and I'm loving it!

Love how they both hold their sparring matches so dearly! So much so, that they're worried about the other replacing them T^T

Honestly the fact that Zeb sorta takes it as Kallus cheating on him has me cackling XD Especially if Kallus was hiding the fact that he had the other sparring partners??? I love that so much, lmao. What about your warrior's bond Kallus??? 😤😤😤 How could you????

Gonna put all my thoughts under a cut cause I think they got too long ;^^

But oouugghh, Zeb thinking that he isn't being enough of a challenge for Kallus. Next time they spar he gives it his all, round after round he beats Kallus, trying to demonstrate that he doesn't need those other sparring partners (all without actually telling him anything or maybe he makes a bitter comment about it/tells Kallus that he found out about it).

Meanwhile Kallus interprets it as him falling behind! Which of course makes him believe that he needs to practice/work even harder! Which, as time goes on, has him exhausted and sore and makes him lose even more of their matches. I could see him explaining away his extra sparring partners as needing to practice against average sized people XD After all, him and Zeb are big guys! It could throw off his fighting in a life or death situation! He tells Zeb that maybe he should find some other sparring partners too (the moment Kallus says this, he hates that he did). And Zeb is offended at the suggestion.

And maybe what really sends Zeb over the edge is that Kallus ends up with a Wookie sparring partner. Him fighting other humans? That stings sure, but nothing Zeb can't get over eventually. But a Wookie?? Surely that means Zeb isn't enough for Kallus anymore, he's getting replaced. He thought Kallus and him were on the same page about how they felt about being sparring buddies, but clearly Kallus doesn't hold it as dearly as he did.

And yeeess!! Zeb reanalyzing their bond!! Wondering why he felt so hurt! Having that OH! moment!!! Yeeeesss!! Could totally see a Spectre being the one to give him that little push to think about why it bothered him after he rants about the situation to them. But the fact that he was trying to ignore those feelings is so good 👌 The way his heart speeds up whenever Kallus gives him a cocky grin, he loves the power he feels when they clash, everything about sparring Kallus is such an exhilarating experience. And Kallus not bothering to analyze it lmao– it'll hit him like a ton of bricks soon I'm sure XD Also I love how seriously he takes it!! He's gonna get a good grade in friendship 😤 An Absolutely normal thing he should want to achieve!

As Kallus is sparring the non-Zeb people, he's notices the lack of spark, it's not as fun or exhilarating as it is with Zeb. He doesn't understand why and he pushes it down since in his mind he's doing this all for Zeb. The spark will return...

Honestly I could totally see it all getting resolved during an explosive argument 👀 Perfect for all the drama! Maybe they're sparring too! 👀 After a while of tension brewing, Zeb invites Kallus to spar and talk, only for it to all start boiling over and that's when Kallus finally manages to trip and pin Zeb on the ground and yell that he did all of this so Zeb wouldn't replace him!

It all goes quiet and their heavy breathing is all that's heard until Zeb furrows his brows and asks Kallus what the hell is he talking about? He was never planning on replacing Kallus, the thought never cross his mind. He thought Kallus was replacing him! He barely even noticed that he had been winning a bunch of their matches, he didn't care, what mattered was that he was with Kallus!

Maybe he shouldn't feel that way and thinking about it now it feels so silly that he felt so betrayed. It was just sparring after all.

He goes quiet, takes a breath trying to relax, and tells Kallus how he's been thinking about him– and them– a lot during this whole thing....

Aaannnnnd... from there I can't decide if Zeb would confess his feelings or if he avoids it and instead tells Kallus that he's alright with Kallus seeking other partners (seeing how Kallus might not make the connection yet? Or maybe he does during their conversation idk!)

And Kallus... well he just feels like an idiot by the end of it, lol. Maybe he starts slowly making the connection there 👀 He's like... wait...

[pseudophan]

Nora, do you have a gifset of that Iconique™ moment from their radio show where Phil goes "what would you do if your boyfriend cared more about a cactus than you?" I wouldn't think much of that moment if it wasn't for Dan's face literally giving away that they had had that discussion already and he could not believe Phil was bringing it up again, airing out their dirty laundry like that, lmao

i haven't made one personally and i actually don't think i've seen a gifset of this in like... forever??? surely somene giffed this at some point omg. maybe i'll gif it though actually, i could do that

back in the day we were all like "this is phan proof because dan was drawing a cactus earlier!!1" but while i absolutely do think they were telling on themselves i feel like surely the drawing the cactus thing was just also a reference to whichever weird ass argument they'd had earlier. phil asks dan to draw an angry cactus and dan's like ? alright

in my mind dan was obsessing over a cactus earlier that day/week right when phil wanted attention and phil made it his mission to psychologically torture him on the radio. of course it could also just be phil doing that thing both he and dan do where they get hung up on one specific word and it comes up too much, so when he was trying to think of something for dan to draw during a song he was like 'angry cactus' and then later he needed a lol XD random quirky question and cactus came up again, and maybe dan (permanently on edge) just remembered the drawing he just did and was like 'oh no they're gonna run with this for miles' BUT.... the other version is funnier, and honestly also more believable if you look at some of the other instances where dan's had an extreme-lack-of-poker-face reaction on the radio (shoutout lion babe and, above all, avatar in 3d glasses)

[laserbobcat]

as someone who's 33 and writing Narilamb and reading your comics, and also kinda interested in different kinds of art myself, it is so so nice seeing someone around my age who's into this fandom and making art. I feel so stupid sometimes that it's hard to even pick up a pencil or stylus - and I'm new new new to art like that so I need that practice time. seeing people like you making what you love and not giving a good goddamn is really inspiring. I'm sure you get lots of love for your comics but idk I just wanted to say thank you 💗 your cat and Leshy make so many people smile for so many different reasons :)

AW I do get a lot of kind feedback, but it's rare that I don't have the time/energy to answer. I really appreciate messages. I do read and see all of it, and every little tag matters. It's why I try my best to leave at least a little tag when I reblog art, and I'm not shy about sending messages to creators when I have, again, time/energy. People are shy, but we are all dorks, you realize it pretty quick when you start interacting more with the artists you follow. Warning surprise super LONG life dump bellow. I was like "Inspiring, are you sure? I'm also wreck, let me tell you just so there's no misunderstandings" and bam, novel.

About being 35 and making whatever I want: I do in fact feel self conscious about a lot of things, it's just that people on the internet don't really matter. That sounds harsh, but it's true. It's like people you meet on the street, or at bars, or at work: mostly polite positive interactions, some nice memories, a few of them will form solid bonds with you, the vast majority of them will be lost as soon as they're not in the same vicinity as you anymore. And it's normal, and it's ok. Humans aren't made to nurture too many relationships, even the social ones. So I personally enjoy fandoms in a detached sort of way that might feel like I don't give a damn. I think it's healthy tbh. But it's easy to appear calm and detached when you don't really have skin in the game. I really care about this blog it's my fun place, but it's completely detached from my actual life. I'm being an anonymous dork among dorks, it's nice. Some people are dumb sometimes and I don't care. What are they gonna do, sue me, lol. BUT LIKE. I almost deleted that blog once because and IRL person I know found it? I panicked SO HARD. Y'all nerds can look at my silly comics with cute cats kissing: not people in my real life. I'd rather be found drawing hardcore tentacle porn or sniffing paint. I'm not like, brave or anything, I'm hiding online XD

And honestly life is haaaaaaaard right now. For everyone lately. but for me personally: fanart is a nice hyperfocus to forget that life is a bitch. A distraction. I've always been "too sensitive" never could hold a job for too long, because people are awful in low level entry jobs, I never got one that I really like. I've been studying art and digital art, it's been hard, and it didn't lead me anywhere professionally for various reasons. I paid a private school and I am just finishing paying a big loan, just for the (average) skills I got being used to draw a cartoon bush with legs, kissing a cat, on a dusty website. It's so incredibly easy to feel like a failure. And being an artist SUCKS in this world. I'm not an artist by choice, god I would love to be smart enough to have done different studies, and have some kind of job that actually pays. But no, just did a professional profile, and all my affinities lead to creative work, I'm doomed to be good at things that are hell to make money off of when you don't have twice or thrice the energy a regular job needs. I just can't stop. Even when I take breaks, I always come back to creating things. A life's curse, truly.

I feel depressed now, so let's filter this shit through my "15 years of therapy" voice translator: -I'm not too sensitive, people telling me this in my life have all been notorious assholes. If we had more raw hearted people, daily life would be softer, and we wouldn't have wars. Us kind softies are vastly underappreciated. -I haven't been paying a school for nothing, I met my best friends there, learned a lot of skills and methodology that serve me today, and will serve me later in ways I can't just pinpoint yet without hindsight. I also have a lot of experience and help I can share with younger people and beginners. I'm a great art teacher. -I'm happy that I can't help being creative. So much people trail off into things they don't like, and realize later that they're utterly miserable. It's harsh, but not having the strength to pursue something you don't like is kind of a blessing. You avoid so much shit on your life path. it's not a life worth living. I've seen people with good paying careers give them up to get fully into a passion. -It's okay to draw a bush kissing a cat, who fucking cares what you do on your free time, the cops? It's ok to enjoy cute and silly things even when everything gets serious- especially when everything get serious. So much of us get our inner child crushed it's terribly sad. -The silliness is serious actually. You can get a powerful life lesson from deep books about philosophy and self-care and shit, but they're not rare everywhere else. The silliest movie, comic or fanfic can have a line or a character that will resonate enough with you to change your life. Like a tiny little piece that was missing in your personnal puzzle. I felt deeply moved by some comics online, so my own comics online 100% have the same value. What are "serious" media but hobbyists getting their art to a bigger professional scale. We're all telling stories around campfires and there's nothing stupid, shameful or weak about that. Egyptian gods were dramatic furries ffs.

I'm eternally stuck between "Yeah follow your heart and do art" and "It will lead you to hell though" because I feel like both are true. But do you really have a choice? What are the other options? I personally don't, so I just pick up the pen for a hobby, and started applying to ceramic courses for a career change. We'll see where it goes.

Well that was a lot, but I have some serious anxiety issues that make me over-explain stuff, and I'm talkative, and I'm on my period. Enjoy.

[letters-from-himring-hill]

Interesting it is. Especially because I'd expect the DNA to have degraded to some degree, so that makes me wonder whether mutations are more common among dhampirs... Hmm. Partly dead because he inherited dead genes. It sounds like we need Miracle Max, honestly. XD

...yeah, it kind of does circle around to being funny again after a while, just in a somewhat darker way. Who knows, he might turtle to try and hide that his ears have gone pink. This is true. I think it's more likely to come up during a vulnerable moment, because Morwen's pretty sensitive about asking questions like that, so she'll probably be gentle with him, and maybe he’ll be okay telling her more than just the one story.

Atticus scar mockup. Do not come for me about his robes, Sims 4's available clothing is pitiful.

[randomclovertheblog]

buzzfeed gave seventeen the disney-fied version of thirst tweets and i was STILL cringing left and right oh lord

some of my highlights:

vernon's 100% intentionally inaccurate explanation of what "my legs are divorcing" means

mingyu swearing every other word just because he's allowed to

minghao giggling like a middle school boy when he heard the word sex

seungkwan apologizing for exploding carat's ovaries with his high notes and promising to be more careful about women's health in the future (giving flashbacks to when vernon started reading the comment about mingyu exploding ovaries but joshua stopped him lol)

vernon discreetly telling us to have a better sex life with the comment about how sex is good but vernon's music is better and vernon going "may you experience something better than my music" "i'm rooting for you"

this was the worst second hand embarrassment i've felt in a while lol i think i needed a healthy dose of that and as always thank you to minghao for smacking the delulu out of me just in case XD

[teddybearsandspaceships]

Before I forget completely, some miscellaneous notes (possibly out of order) from Cleo´s 23.5.2025 stream, ft. secret plans, guests, and sculk, so much sculk.

Cleo is looking forward to doing Science!! No chat is not allowed to know more details because chat is not trustworthy.

Cleo needs help finding the hole (on the nether roof) (this time it´s Cub with the "that´s what she said" joke.)

Scar shows up to help. Cleo gives him sculk and he asks for more because it´s delicious. Kind of a lemon-y taste.

Cleo is building a tuff barrier around the sculk in their base: according to the rules of Cub´s lore, this should stop it.

Cub made a critical mistake. His sculk blocks interfered with Cleo´s armor stands. That´s one of Cleo´s few limits. "Okay, Cub´s gonna die."

Surprise Etho appearance, who juust missed saying "did that make you jump."

Cleo explains they´re doing science, Etho says he´s scared of Cleo, Cleo: you don´t need to be scared of me. Offers him sculk.

Etho ate some sculk. Cleo says he´ll be fine, it´s not dangerous; Etho is still going to stop at one.

Etho came here to offer Cleo to use his villagers if they want to.

"science, Etho! You like science"

Etho says he´s concerned about his place right next to Cub´s.

"I didn´t wanna say anything but I think Cub is actually placing the sculk" xD

More sculk removal, more flip-flopping between saying they are not mad at Cub and threatening him. Also teasers about the Science. [I think this might be related js.]

later Gem showed up and asked to see Cleo´s pants and Cleo asked if she wanted to eat some sculk and Gem wondered which side of the conversation was weirder.

[skyward-floored]

Swapped (interlude (part 7))

Next part of the Incredibles au swap fic lets gooooo. Checking in on what Sky’s doing! This one is a sort of break before the more dramatic ending chapters we’re getting to, so enjoy the moment of chill before things get crazy again lol.

People who voted on that poll ages ago for Sky to get a break... here you go XD

First | Previous | Next (coming soon)

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Sky was supposed to be relaxing.

He looked up at his namesake, a cool breeze tousling his bangs, and sighed as some puffy clouds drifted by, trying not to think about what most of his extended family was doing. None of them had contacted him with any report of trouble, but they were all storming an illegal lab without him, stated several times to be dangerous, and Sky couldn’t help but worry.

And I could be helping them...

Sun looked over at him as she spread out a blanket on the grass, but Sky barely noticed, still staring up at the clouds. His thoughts were running rampant with things that might happen without him there, and it wasn’t until Sun came over and poked him that he snapped out of it.

“Link,” she said in a chiding voice.

He sighed. “I know, I know, I’m worrying. I just... I don’t know Zel, I feel bad about not helping,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. “It just feels...”

“Weird?” she offered, and Sky sighed again as he nodded. “I know, I agree. But Time specifically said they’d contact us if they needed help. We’re the backup plan.”

Sky looked at her and smiled, reaching out to lightly tap her middle. “You mean I’m the backup plan. You’re carrying triplets and are not going anywhere.”

Sun scowled, and gave him a light swat. “I’m not due for a while yet, I could handle punching a few unethical scientists.”

“Yeah, I guess. So long as they were slow ones.”

Sun crossed her arms with a foul look, and Sky grinned, giving her an apologetic kiss.

“Sorry my love, you walked right into it.”

“Ha ha. I’ll consider forgiving you if you come sit and stop worrying,” she said, poking his nose. “We’re here to relax, remember?”

“Right, right... sorry.”

Sky let Sun take his hand in hers, and she pulled him over to the blanket, Aryll squealing as she ran through the grass nearby. Sky smiled as he watched her sit down next to the river nearby, easily in view of him and Sun, and began chirping hellos to the birds in the trees around her.

Sun sat down on the blanket she’d spread out, and Sky couldn’t help the way his thoughts drifted back to the rest of his family. He had no idea what they were doing, whether they were okay or not, if things were going well... Four was still so young, all of his nephews were, and he didn’t know—

“Sky.”

A hand squeezed his shoulder, and he drooped, looking guiltily at Sun.

“Hey. I’m worried too. But unless we need to worry about them, why don’t we do what we came here to do?” Sun said gently, and Sky exhaled.

“You wouldn’t think relaxing would be so hard,” he chuckled weakly, and Sun leaned on his shoulder.

“It can be. But that’s why we’re here, to just take it easy for a while,” she said with a smile, and sat back down. “We’re just here to sit by the water, or watch some clouds, or... pet ducks, like Aryll.”

“Is she really?” Sky asked, then gulped as he turned to look at her. Several large white birds were gathered around Aryll, their heads bobbing as they followed every move she made. They weren’t acting antagonistic, merely curious, and Sky heard Aryll giggle. “...Those are swans actually.”

Sun didn’t quite succeed in muffling her laugh. “Oh boy. Well, so long as she doesn’t take any home.”

“Please no, I don’t want a repeat of the geese incident,” Sky groaned, and Sun truly laughed that time, falling back on the grass.

“You looked so funny covered in all those feathers though. It was like you’d molted early.”

Sky huffed, joining her on the grass and setting his head on her lap when she sat up to lean against a tree. “Ha ha. You weren’t laughing so hard when we had to vacuum everything up, as I recall.”

Sun’s face turned cross, and Sky laughed, even when his wife plucked a dandelion and blew the seeds at his face.

Their laughter eventually faded, and Sky and Sun watched the clouds as they drifted by, the sound of the river behind them mixing with Aryll’s laughter. Sky’s eyes slipped closed as Sun began to play with his hair, and he breathed out a slow sigh, feeling calmer while he rested against her.

Sun was right. They were here to relax, and he would do his best to do that.

I used to be so good at just lazing around, he thought wryly, distant memories of being teased as a kid for having his head in the clouds drifting through his memory. Even as an adult Sky was known as being somewhat feather-headed, but ever since the island, relaxing had... not come easily. He did often find himself tired and wanting to sleep, possibly more so then he did before the island, but relaxing wasn’t the same as that.

It was just... hard to turn off his sense of danger.

It was better than it had been at least. When Sky had first come back, he could barely sleep at all despite his exhaustion, and found it nearly impossible to turn off his hyper-vigilant nerves. But even now he still found it hard to just... take it easy. Not worry about anything. Not have to constantly deal with life-or-death matters, and pay for a lapse in attention with his life.

But he was getting there. And despite how hard it had been spending over a year clinging desperately to survival, dealing with the fallout, relearning how to live normally again... making it to moments like this, his daughter’s laughter in the air while he laid next to his beautiful wife, her fingers gently playing with his hair... it had been worth it.

Every bit.

Sky hazarded a look up at Sun, still playing with his hair as she watched Aryll talk with the birds. The dappled sunlight that filtered through the tree made her hair glow, even pulled back like it was at the moment, and the few strands that had whisked loose of the style she’d pulled the rest of it into brushed her jaw when the breeze tickled them.

Sun must have felt his gaze, for she looked back at him, smiling as bright as her nickname as their eyes met. Neither of them said anything, but they didn’t need to.

Sky shifted his position to be able to look at her better, then glanced at Sun’s middle, feeling a rush of fondness as he gently set a hand on the raised part. He could feel a light kicking in there, and smiled as he felt the tiny movements.

“Have you thought more about names?” he asked as Sun let out an oof at the kicking, pausing to rub her middle before going back to idly braiding his hair.

“I was thinking maybe some that were related to each other would be nice,” she said with a hum. “Nothing overly theme-y, but just a little something.”

Sky hummed, and was quiet a moment as Sun kept braiding. “Well if they’re boys... how about Reddy, Will, and Abel?”

Sun paused. “...Why those?”

Sky couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face. “So that whenever we agree to go somewhere, we can say that they’re ready, willing, and able.”

Sun groaned, and Sky cackled, still laughing when she poked him with her elbow.

“Time certainly passed on his dad jokes,” she snorted, and Sky smiled up at her.

“Yep, him and my Dad. Time’s have always been worse though.”

“That bad, huh?”

Sky nodded, chuckling as he thought back to some of Time’s worst jokes. “I know exactly where Wild got his love of puns from.”

Sun chuckled, and it was quiet between them again for a moment as she finished the braid. Sky heard a distant splash, and Aryll’s laughter rang through the air.

“You know, if there’s a boy... I was maybe thinking Crimson would be a nice name,” Sun suddenly spoke up, her voice soft. Sky looked at her in surprise.

“Really? Why?”

“Because of you, silly. Your hero name. And your father’s,” she said more quietly, and Sky felt his throat tighten rather suddenly.

“Oh. Yeah, that... that’s nice,” Sky whispered. He couldn’t quite get out what he wanted to say, but Sun understood, running her hand along his ear as she smiled.

Crimson Blade had been his father’s hero name, and Sky had taken the first part for his own in memory of him. The thought of also naming one of their kids after him wasn’t one he’d ever even thought of, but...

He liked it.

Sky took her hand in his, and she twined their fingers together, silence drifting between them for a moment.

“Do you have any more ideas?” Sky asked after he’d gotten more ahold of himself. “That’s only one out of three. Maybe if there’s a girl we can call her Songbird?”

“Might be a tad suspicious along with Crimson,” Sun replied with a smile. “If we really want a nod to it, then something like Lyric or Melody might be better.”

“Those are nice,” Sky agreed. “Oh hey, maybe if there’s a boy we can name him Link.”

Sun groaned dramatically. “Another one? Really?”

“It runs in the family, Zelda! We have to!”

She gave him a look. “Only if we can’t think of anything better. You know we don’t need more Links.”

Sky grinned, but he couldn’t help but think of the rest of his family again at the name. His smile faded, and Sun noticed, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You okay?” she asked, and he nodded.

“Yeah. I just wish we could help them,” Sky murmured, wishing he hadn’t been left behind, wishing he was there and fighting beside his family. Sun hummed thoughtfully, looking at the sky.

“Maybe we can.”

“Oh?” Sky said in interest, and Sun tapped her chin as she thought.

“Not in the fighting sense. But there are other ways to be helpful. Maybe we could go to Time and Malon’s place and get things ready for when they return,” she said. “Get medical supplies out, and make some dinner for them. And then whenever they all get back, they don’t have to do as much.”

Sky nodded eagerly in agreement, feeling a little burst of excitement. Finally, a way to help! “That’s a great idea. When do you want to go?”

Sun laughed. “Slow down, Link. Let’s enjoy things here first. Then we can go. We have plenty of time.”

Sky nodded, a little sheepishly, and they both relaxed again, silence drifting over them. An undercurrent of eagerness to help ran through him, but he did his best to set it aside for now, and properly relax.

They would help out, but first... they would rest.

Sky closed his eyes with a slow breath out. He breathed in again slowly, taking in the faint perfume of the flowers in the tree above them, and the grass and water in the breeze that brushed his face.

It really was a gorgeous afternoon.

Several quiet minutes went by, Sky lightly dozing, Sun still playing with his hair. A squeal and some louder footsteps eventually roused him though, and he opened his eyes to see Aryll charge up, her dress damp at the bottom, a grin on her face.

“Look!” Aryll said proudly, and Sky stared at the large frog in her muddy hands. “A heron showed me how to catch frogs, look look!”

“Wow, very nice,” Sky said with a smile, and he heard Sun muffle a laugh.

Aryll wiggled happily. “Watch this! If I do a— oops!”

The frog leapt out of her hands, and landed on Sky’s head, making him startle upwards. The frog went flying off of him as he straightened, and Sun yelped as it scrambled across her dress in its scramble to get away. Aryll shrieked happily as it leapt into the grass, and she ran after it as it hopped frantically away.

Sky wiped some mud off his head, Sun staring down at her now-damp and dirty clothes, and they met eyes.

“...On the other hand, maybe we should leave sooner,” Sun said, an exasperated smile twitching at her lips.

Sky just laughed.

[lilacprincess7]

Hey heeeey! How are you doing? Love your blog btw ;) Could you perhaps do a Pau x reader? Something where Pau and reader are hosting a dinner at his players and invite the other players like Gavi, Pedri and Co. The other players bring stuff to not come empty-handed (I could imagine Gavi bringing store-bought cookies but having taken them out of the package so it’s not too obvious xD) The reader does most of the cooking and is midly stressed because they want everything to be perfect. Pau helps as good as he can.

Thanks in advance!

Team Dinner anxiety

summary: what the req said

a/n: I saw the 'guess who' video and think he is so cute. I love how him and Hector are so close

You were shaking. Like literally shaking. You and Pau had agreed to host the team dinner of the month and it had you quite anxious. Scratch that. Personally, you looked like a fish out of water. What even were you going to cook? How many dishes should you cook?

Since the season was still going strong you had the problem of everything also being diet appropriate so the guys could actually eat. The next problem was that there were vegeterians and vegans on the invite list. So obviously you needed to cook a little bit of everything.

That preperetion certainly needed more than a pair of hands. Who better to drag into this mess than your boyfriend? Frankly, he already knew you were stressed about and was going to offer his help anyway. You just managed to ask him before he asked you.

So here you were, talking about it in the comfort of your couch. You were currently sat on his lap, his big arms encircling your waist, his hands grasping opposite hips, big green eyes looking up and meeting your own gaze with his chin against your chest.

"Baby, you are distracting me, stop it"

"Why? I literally didn't even move!"

"I know! But I'm freaking out and I need help and you are sitting here so calm and just looking at me like I'm the best think in the world and it makes me blush and feel shy and I can't consentrate with the task at hand!"

"Okay okay, I'll stop looking at you. There. My eyes are closed. But for the record, you are the best thing in the world. You are my entire world hermosa..."

"Guapooo" you said in awe, rolling off of him and on the couch, hiding your face with a nearby blanket.

He was full on smiling with your reaction. It wasn't something uncommon per say, him saying such things and making you blush. It never failed to make you a shy and cute -in his opinion, you disagreed- mess.

"Okay, now I'm pausing for real. Look, in the kitchen I'm a mess. I will blow things up. I can't help at all...but"

"But?"

"I know how to have a barbeque... I can make some steaks, sausages, even some burgers if you want.." he suggested, looking at you with that pair of eyes that had you melting easily.

"That solves so many problems! You are a lifesaver!" you said as you climbed his lap again and kissed him full on the lips.

Now stress gave way to excitment. You would make a couple of salads, possibly put some mushrooms and peppers in the oven as well, that way vegetarians and vegans were covered. The boys would be fine with the meat and you could also throw some fish in the oven, if anyone wasn't in the mood for meat or had some allergy.

The dinner was in two days, so tomorrow you would go shopping with Pau after he got back from training and get everything you need to cook. This was going to be the best team dinner ever and you would make sure of it!

And here you were, in the middle of an isle on the supermarket, trying and failing to reach a bottle of oil from the top self. You were this close to just straight up giving up when Pau made an appearance. “Baby, what’s going on? What are you trying to reach with such a passion?” He asked, chuckling a bit.

“I want to reach that bottle of oil, but it’s too high and I can’t…” you trailed off, pouting

“You can, with a bit of help” he said

With minimal effort, your boyfriend had literally manhandled you and now you found yourself seated on his shoulders, like you weighted as much as a feather. “Now you can reach it hermosa, no?” He teased as he grasped your thigh with one hand, he looked up at you and smiled wide, his eyes lightning up in the process. He had that look of love dancing in his eyes when he looked at you and it always made you feel butterflies.

“Yes, yes stop teasing me…” you trailed off smiling back at him.

You were genuinely so happy with him in your life. A simple look, a gentle touch of his was enough to make you feel better, to make you feel whole even in the most difficult situations. He was everything you could ever need and everything you would ever want. You really hoped and he knew so that he would be the father of your children one day.

Somehow, nothing blew up. That was mostly because this time around Pau was not distracting you and was out in the backyard taking care of the meat he had chosen to cook. You were quite a bit anxious once again because you were making baked mushrooms for the first time on your own and you freaked out.

Like totally panicked. You called your mom to make sure you had the right recipe and then your grandma. They both teased you, saying that Pau has stolen your mind and you had zero braincells left. They also said that you had made this since you were five years old and laughed a bit more. You replied to both of them similarly with something along the lines of 'haha really funny, not that it isn't true...'.

Finally, after you were stack in a kitchen the whole day, your guests started arriving and you were somewhat tense at first. What if anyonw got food poisoning. Another stupid thought since you knew how to cook and Pau always praised you for your talent.

Fortunately, he was there once again to calm you down. He stopped you while you were taking a tray of cheese in the living room as a side for the wine. He got the plate from you and put it down on the kitchen table.

"Amor take a breath" he said quietly

"Why? I'm fine I swea-"

"You are anxious. And I can literally feel your hand shaking so please take a deep breath in for me.." he trailed off, looking at you straight in the eyes pleadingly. If he knew you would be so stressed about it he would have told you to not host it, to cancel it even. You were above everyone else in his heart.

So you did as he told you. He helped you control your breath and guided you for a moment.

"Now, do you feel a bit better?" he asked concerned

"Yeah, thank you amor"

"Anything for my woman" he replied as he kissed your knuckles

He hugged you for a couple of minutes after, mostly wanting to reasure himself that you were okay. He peppered some kisses on your face, one landing on your nose, another on your temple, a third on your cheekbone. He was so affectionate with you that it made you dizzy.

The rest of the evening was perfect. The wags asked you for some of your recipes even. They were quite impressed by your cooking skills and wanted to know more. In the end, it really was the best team dinner ever.

a/n: hope you liked it!!

[gloomy-ghosty]

Im gonna need more info on those Kristin fics STAT

mwahahah alright.. you asked for it

theyre both part of my rpverse with a friend, of which I've talked about before. in fact i think ive shown you at least one of these before.

SO!! backstory. XD is the god of life, Kristin comes from a long line of gods of death. the gods dont die necessarily, they just decide they're tired of it and pass it on eventually, leaving the mortal plane and going off yknow. XD hatessss the whole family because theyre his rivals. And also Kristin took his angel [Drista] away when she got heavily injured and prayed for it. Who knew an angel of life could die. ANYWAY this left XD without a head servant, basically. So he created a new one- Phil! XD sends Phil down to get back at the family, but mostly Kristin. But he doesn't specify how.. So the guy he sent with Phil– Technoblade I– decides that they'll just like. Break into the castle and break some crap. They get caught [obviously] and thrown in the dungeon. This is where the first one comes in.

   Phil was resting when he heard it. Footsteps. Different ones. He sat up from where he was leaned against the hard obsidian walls of his cell. He needed to listen.

   The regular ones he heard came first, their light clicking against the floor familiar to his feathered ears. The warden. Then came heavier ones. They were graceful, but the person who was walking was obviously taller than the warden.

   His interest was piqued. Would there be a new prisoner? A visitor? Or perhaps the executioner, coming for any one of their heads? He hadn't been expecting to die today, but then again, he hadn't expected the guards to break his wing either.

   Then the voices came. The footsteps stopped and the voices started. The warden spoke first.

   "Now, My Lady, I present to you, the dungeons. I haven't a clue why you would want to come down here," The warden said. My Lady? This person must be powerful or something.

   Phil hadn't been moving, but if he had been, he would've stopped the moment he heard the second voice.

   "I've heard rumors that you aren't just keeping wayward Ender here, but a human and a piglin as well." The voice was calming and beautiful, yet sorrowful, like a mourning dove twittering in the branches of a decaying tree.

   "Yes. We've recently captured a winged human and his piglin brute wandering around the castle. We suspect they had broken it with the intent to steal from or harm the royal family."

   That was not the intention of their break-in, though Phil couldn't will himself to object. He likely wouldn't have been heard, and it was not worth it. He had learned what happened when you spoke out of turn here.

   "Well, humans can't pose too terrible a threat. Why, they're just so small and cute... There's no way they'd be able to hurt any of us."

   Ah, so she was royal after all. Phil shouldn't be too surprised. He moved in his cell, ignoring how painfully his wing dragged behind him on the floor. From where he could see, there were shadows cast on the wall at the far end of the dungeon. One of the shadow of the warden, tall and prideful. Then there was one that was even taller, with sharp horns and dragon-like features. She seemed beautiful, from what he could see from the shadow.

   "My Lady, I can already tell when you want. I cannot permit you to see it."

   "Why not? I'm of higher authority than you. I should be able to visit whichever prisoner I choose, and I want to see the human."

   The warden was silent for a few moments.

   "Later, my highness. It is supper, the inmates must eat."

   So Phil watched as the shadows moved away, not being able to make out the words any longer. He had hoped she might've been able to come back and saved him, help fix his wing, let him finally free. But he had hoped wrong. At least he'd be getting some food today.

this one was written quickly a year or so ago to show my friend one of the ideas i had, along with some accompanying backstory of which i summarized above. something that i didnt say that i do wanna share because its cool to me; Phil is an angel, obviously. Since he was XD's, he had light yellow, almost white, feathers. However, as he stays in the mortal plane, his wings slowly shift color until he and Kristin get married, in which they're completely black. He has fallen for the enemy, become the Angel of Death. fallen angel in XD's eyes, new creation in Kristin's. anyway.

the second one is much shorter, not having been finished. Basically takes place in the future when they're married and have kids. Btw. Technoblade isnt their biological child. Technoblade I and his wife. Tragically passed away during a siege in the Nether, and since Phil was his best friend, he got his son, who was unnamed because you have to earn your name in Piglin culture. so he just named him Technoblade II. Wilbur and him are called twins because they were born on the same day, just a year apart. They consider themselves twins. so basically, in the rp, Kristin gets stuck in the Ende Realm for several years and then finally comes back eventually. so i wanted to write how that happened. never finished it, but the main idea was that Kristin moved to the Overworld with Phil and lived there with their children. They go back and visit often, staying for a few weeks in the Ende and then coming home. XD is ticked that Kristin first stole his sister/assistant, and now stole his angel!? So. He plants an uprising, sprung by having sent people to pick off small villages around the borders of the kingdom, which Kristin did nothing about since she wasn't there. It was the other rulers jobs. But the people got angry and tried to overthrow them. And so they had to rush back for the safety of the children. Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur got separated and made it through the portal. Techno and Kristin went together, but the portal started breaking. Kristin got Techno through and then. She didn't make it out. Cut off from all contact. Very sad, I know. But she makes it back!! Eventually. Uh. 19 years later. this is actually also part of Ranboo's backstory but that's not what we're on about. Hint hint they were the child of two important women in one of the villages that got attacked. This one is not CLOSE to finished and i think I want to write even what i have, but you'll see i put a note in the wip of a line i wanted to include but didn't get the chance to. its not my favorite, pretty sure its ooc even for the rp version of these characters, but yknow.

   Phil had just finished setting up the portal to the Ende Realm when Kristin was ready to go. She had dressed up fancy, and put her crown and veil on for today. There would be no revivals, at least while she had her veil down and intact. Her sons had been cleaned up and were dressed as princes from centuries ago, though it wasn't necessary. Phil kept insisting the two dressed that way for the visit. Even Tommy, the baby, had been wrapped in fancy swaddling clothes overtop his usual onesie. The baby was excused from dressing up. 

   The twins had been dressed in white medieval blouses and khaki shorts, and Techno had put on his red regal cloak. Wilbur refused to wear his own. Phil had tried to make him wear if, offering candy and a new toy, but he wouldn't budge. Kristin thought that was a bit strange, but she wouldn't force him to wear it. Not like it mattered much anyways, the land was quite lax with how young royalties dressed.

LINE TO INCLUDE: "But a goddess never truly dies, especially if she governs death."

that one is shorter than i recall!! but. Yeah. Not a favorite, can see why I ditched it. ill rewrite it and actually finish it one of these days though mwahah.

[edenfire]

🪽❤️ can you feel your soul melting away? ❤️🪽

i was inspired by skyberia's piece of goro and doodled this up☺️💞🌸

I'm happy with some parts, but I still feel really unsure about other parts... I guess that's just part of the process^^

[elvenbeard]

Sonic Surge Issue 04/2025 - Exclusive birthday interview edition

Did I make a whole new appearance with custom tattoos, new bandana, edited hair and beard and everything just for his birthday? Maybe, because I am one of those people that celebrate the heck out of fictional characters' birthdays xD And I will forever love that he's only 5 years older than me XD

But yes, I got one more thing planned with this appearance, because if it looks familiar, it's because I took a ton of inspo from the little pic on his netsite in game XD Only the neck cyberware is missing (but I have headcanons for that) and I'd like to try and see if I can give that to him somewhere down the line too to finalize the look :D But even so, this was fun, both from the modding and the VP stance! Making something a little more elaborate VP wise again, which I've really missed, and trying something new (editing vanilla hair) when it comes to modding! I mean, it is basically his 2077 hairstyle, but I tried making it a little bit messier xD I like how it turned out, even if it's not a huge difference, but the different color and the bandana help selling it I think uwu

ANYWAY I also have a part two and three planned for this so stay tuned XDD

Also, some "raw" photos for everyone who read my ramblings this far:

[s2pdoktopus]

Me, myself and the TikTok experience so far

[slashingdisneypasta]

F/O Imagine

Imagine reading your smut (A fic, a book, whatever), getting to a certain line of dialogue that you really love. You giggle and go up to your F/O. You point to the line and go 'read this one please'.

How do they proceed?

[all-my-ocs-are-evil]

i feel like i've lost the ability to draw so here are some doodles/ 1st draft designs I made for some of the monster high girlies bc I've still got the urge to draw despite that. they all need some work but I feel like I've gotten to a good starting point.

ive got quite a few ideas for the rest but we'll see if I ever get to them lol

beware the tags! (i never shut up)